#Prime Pretty Cure

[monothemonochrome]

For your consideration (Mono)

It’s that time again!!! Fancuries season! Everyone be doing it so might as well make a little for-your-Consideration post for this years @fancuries. 

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First off! Kinda just wanna direct people to my Toyhouse since i have 3095604060 series and a lot of them i dont talk about as often, even if they do exist lol.  I have left some out since i don’t feel like it’s fair for them potentionally nominated if i don’t have much for them ;v;; hope that makes sense lol doesn’t seem fair. Now... don’t get me wrong... this is gonna be LOOOONGGGGG.... 

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Prime Pretty Cure

My ‘main’ series. It has light/darkness, and elemental thematic, and themes about overcoming and going against expectations. It’s about four evil goddesses who are reincarnated into heroic Cures, and have to go up against the darkness they created basically. A lot of reincarnation fun lol.

(you can read the story here)

Radiant Lumiere / Radiant Lumiere ‘Ray Bennet’ (white/rainbow/pink)  Main-character(?), and a being of pure light. Was basically a princess and now has to deal with living on a new planet, and discovering a lot of new emotions, like friendship lol. They also have to deal with the fact that they are not as Special and Perfect as they think they are.

Cure Splash / Morgan (blue) Salty bitch who loves dancing. Kinda tsundere about friendship, and likes being alone and doing things by herself, but slowly starts enjoying the company of her  new friends lol.

Cure Terra / Beryl (green) Upbeat and cheerful mood-maker. Wild-child and loves being in nature, as well making lucky charms. Cherishes friendship deeply and will do anything for them.

Cure Ember / Hanan (red) Generally level-headed nerd, who struggles with her internal anger issues. Despite not being the first to transform/join, she takes up the leader-role among the group, by virtue of having probably the most braincells,,, aka 2.

Cure Gale / Connie Sokolov (purple) Started out being in the villain’s grasp, some angst, and was saved early on. Very shy and soft, and struggles with big anxiety but she slowly becomes more and more brave, in small ways. Loves drawing, especially landscapes/skies.

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Oyasumi Pretty Cure Z

[Dreams, Sleep, Sky]

A veteran cure needs help to save her home, and to prevent a group of evil cures to put everyone into a deep slumber. Luckily, two teens are here to help!

- Cure Luna / Nemu Yozora (gray+pink) Dumb 12 year old. Very adventurous and full of boundless energy, always out and about, and searching for excitement. Adores her grandma.  - Cure Stella / Mayumi ‘Mayu’ Hoshizawa (yellow) Mature and level-headed, and with a love for fashion and space (among five billion other things). Can get a little too over her head, but is generally kind and protective of others. Falls in love easily. - Cure Cloud / Sayo (blue) Sheep mascot and a 'veteran' Cure (has never been in a true battle, only training). A disaster, and always tries to act stronger and more capable than she is... but in reality is very sensitive and easily scared. She adores hugs and naps. _______________________________________________________

Happy Haunt Pretty Cure

[Halloween and Monsters]

The main character is a regular human idiot who gets isekai-ed to the monster world. She is more like the mascot and somehow is able to give five monsters the powers to become pretty cure :O

- Cure Inferno / Iggy Flamel (red) Laid-back and relaxed demon who just lazes around all day. Always smiling and is hard to read because of it. Can come across as a bit indifferent and passive-agressive at times, and doesn’t really like humans. Loves spicy donuts lol - Cure Vitalis / Cattleya (blue) Lively and hard-working zombie who wants to be helpful to others, and lives with Iggy, as the two share a history and are very close. Cattleya is innocent and a little slow, but always stays optimistic.  - Cure Skelet / Donna Boone (green) Charismatic skeleton working at the local pub (which she often performs at too). Despite being a bit self-absorbed and arrogant, Donna has a sisterly personality and a strong sense of justice, and will stand up for those who can’t. - Cure Arachne / Frida Lace (purple) Creepy nerd spider-girl who is a writer under a secret pen name. Most of the things she does is for ‘inspiration‘. While she seems a little meek, she can  be quite sly and pushy. Has no sense for personal space. - Cure Wolf / Verena ‘Rena’ Lovett (yellow) Large, very strong... but also extremely shy and submissive. Underneath her timid shell, lies a short temper, and when transformed becomes a raging beast (until development hehe). Also loves getting pets.

can’t forget the main character(TM) Kaede Akizuki. She isn’t a cure but just a dumb human who is basically the mascot of the group lol. She is fearless (almost to a dangerous length) and energetic and loves horror. Isn’t all that sad about being stuck in a magical monster world, since she doesn’t have to go back to her shitty retail job. awesome.  _______________________________________________________

Heart~to~Heart Pretty Cure

[Types of Love, Angels, Life and Death, Found Familyyyyyy!!!] 

Two spirits get promised a second chance at life,,,, if they become precure and defeat the source of what is corrupting spirits into attacking the living. Now, they have to pretend to be a mother and daughter... and then their neighbour gets involved too... welp. 

- Cure Dear / Ema (pink) Gentle and sweet, but a bit overbearing at times. She is trying very hard to keep up with the current trends and be ‘hip with the kids‘ but it’s not working. Has to pretend to be Madoka’s mom, but finds Madoka’s attitude difficult to deal with.   - Cure Amity / Madoka (blue) Emotional and stubborn, who, despite claiming she is independent, cares a lot about other people’s opinions. She has a vulnerable side and had trouble opening up to others. Really likes fashion and cute trinkets. Wants to make the most out of her second chance.  - Cure Prayer / Risa (orange) Very early late-addition Cure who is not a spirit. Is just the duo’s nosy neighbour. She appears to be able to have a sixth sense and vaguely sense spirits, which causes her to get involved. Risa is very carefree, has a new job every day, and has all the hot gossip from town. Madoka thinks she’s very cool, unlike Ema lol Ah yes, the series that truly made me kisekae death lol. their design were so hard but hey!! they’re here and i’m proud of them hehe   _______________________________________________________ Tokimeki! PrecureLand!

[Theme Parks, Attractions, Happiness] A magical theme park suddenly appears in our world! But thanks to a villain, it’s missing most of its attractions, and thus can’t collect any funergy to spread happiness around. Oh no!!! This is where the precure come in hehe. dumbasses now have to both look after a theme park and fight evil...  This series actually has a powerpoint lol. it has a lot more info in there! :D

Cure Loop / Henny Vreugdeberg (pink) Quiet but an earnest and creative girl with a special interest in theme parks. Has trouble expressing herself, so she uses her colorful clothing to help. Her catchphrase is 'success.' Cure Bash / Riki Hayami (orange) An outgoing, gutsy, and extremely athletic daredevil who is a vlogger, mostly doing wild challenges. She's kinda reckless at times and not afraid of anything... except ghosts. Cure Twirl / Camellia ‘Cam’ Theodora Gray (green) Cam comes across as mature and charismatic, but secretly looks down on others and is quite arrogant. They are intelligent and business-oriented, and eventually start helping the park from behind the scenes. Secretly is afraid to ride most attractions. Cure Scream / Dolores ‘Dolly’ (blue) The personification of the Fear Bastion attraction that closed down. Dolly's emotions were exploited by the big bad, but she realises he's only using her for his own gain. She's a ghost with a timid and gloomy nature, but will call you a bitch behind your back lol. Royal Parade / Queen Maisie Funfun Festivale Amuse Miracure (purple/rainbow) Extra Hero and basically the 'Mickey Mouse' of PrecureLand. Starts out of a lifeless little toy, but eventually comes back to life. Maisie is very classy and sweet, but can be snooty and a bit old-fashioned. She adores sweets. _______________________________________________________ PHEW... that’s a handful that I at least showed off a bit. but there are so many more series, which i feel i havent shown off much yet (but really should, but that’s for later haha). Don’t be scared to have a look at my toyhouse >3< bye bye! and thank you!! and let’s make this year’s fancuries a good taimu <3

#Precure Fanseries #fancuries 2022 #Fancuries #Prime Pretty Cure #Oyasumi Pretty Cure Z #Happy Haunt #Heart~to~Heart Pretty Cure #tokimeki! precureland #among others haha #blablaba nobody cares mono #this post is so long #i wanted to be short.... #and i didn't even touch upon the mascots or villains or items or anything.... #rip

[aquarterasian]

Mana prime minister arc lets gooo

#precure #pretty cure #ok realistically she will not be prime minister (yet!) but one can dream #also there better not be any men mana is already married to rikka and Regina

[linettefox]

Hirogaru finale, Wonderful debut, Sonic Prime Season 3, Hazbin Hotel Amazon Prime show, Cult of the Lamb update, Sailor Moon Cosmos finally being subbed. My brain is gonna explode from too much hype!

#precure #pretty cure #sonic #sonic prime #hazbin hotel #cult of the lamb #sailor moon #my interests #obsessions #being a nerd is tiring #hype #my brain is mush #all in the next two months

[megistusdiary]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖎����𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dom!succubus yae miko x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, miko has claws/fangs, she's a bit obsessed with you + steals you at the end

contains: shibari, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, tribbing, orgasm denial, overstimulation

pt. 1 of the succubus au miniseries

word count: 2.0k

miko is the type of succubus to enjoy her prey to the fullest. once she has you ensnared in your very own dream, she holds nothing back. yet something about you taunts her.

each time she seeks you out, she just can't seem to settle on the right time to feed on your lust. she's been watching you for quite some time now. she's always rather finnicky with her food, taking her time to select the perfect prey. but there's something about you that has her curious.

she's usually the type to lure her pretty toys with a few wet dreams. soon enough, they're practically begging for something, anything, without even realizing it's her they want. it only takes her a few days to figure them out, really. once she gets what she needs, she discards her toys, thrown away to find the next docile little thing to sink her teeth into.

she's been watching you for a longer time than she usually wastes on humans. considering she's a succubus, she has the ability to walk in dreams, though she can also walk unnoticed (if she wishes) through your version of reality. miko follows you around, observing your day-to-day activities. she finds it monotonous, trying to find an angle to use to drag you to her.

slowly, she begins to pay more attention. rather than just watching, she starts to notice things about you. the little quirks only perceptive beings would spot. the way you tap your foot when you work, the way you bite the inside of your cheek, the little creases of your eyebrows when you're annoyed. it almost makes her sick how she can actually anticipate your actions before you do them.

miko walks through your life like a ghost alongside you. she's haunted by you, and she doesn't know why. she wants you all to herself. not just for the night, she wants to possess you entirely. she wants to figure out what makes you tick, and then she wants to strip it all away to make you into her perfect pet to please and feed on.

but another part of her, the strange, new, sensitive part, wants to keep you close to her for something she's never felt before. this... feeling is not possessive, no. this is as close to what humans call 'love' as a demon like her could manage, she thinks. she likes watching you laugh. the way your lips curl up in amusement at stupid jokes from your friends. your smile is infectious, and she thinks it cruel that she isn't the reason she sees you smile.

she itches to touch your skin, your hair, to run her fingers down your spine. she wants your body, yes, but she wants to keep you. maybe you could be her pretty little pet, cure her strange obsession for you so she can move on. she's tried before to forget about you, but she can't bring herself to.

yet, she wonders why she hasn't just taken care of all this yet. why hasn't she simply taken you? she never really needs to make her prey desperate for her. that's just all in good fun for bored succubi like her. it makes the chase all the more fun. so, why does she torment herself with watching you and never anything more?

sometimes she catches you at night, playing with yourself beneath your blankets. soon enough, all tuckered out from your little session, you fall asleep. she knows this is the prime moment, but she wants to draw it out subconsciously. it's nearing obsession the way she edges herself with you. her fingers itch to touch you, but she refrains, practically punishing herself.

but then it happens. a night when you've come home exhausted, which, albeit isn't a rare occurrence. something about you seems off tonight, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. you climb into bed, stripping yourself with one goal in mind, to which miko watches you eagerly.

she's almost disappointed when your session ends with you simply growing more frustrated, tossing the covers over yourself and curling up on your side. her tail stops moving, drooping without her even realizing as her brows furrow. how boring.

well, surely this was her cue?

the logical part of her brain tells her it's merely because your body would still be aroused, still prepared to orgasm.

her heart tells her it's because you were obviously upset, and you didn't even get the relief you desperately chased. poor little human, unable to find pleasure on her own.

she feels bad for you, sneaking into your little dreamworld and seeing the image of you curled up in your bed. she approaches you confidently, a little smirk on her lips as she drags her finger up your blanket-covered body, tapping the tip of your nose.

you wake up slowly, looking up at her with furrowed brows. "is this a dream?" you ask suddenly, and she laughs, turning to the side and covering her fangs with her palm.

"oh, aren't you adorable." she coos, pinching your cheek. she leans down, cupping your jaw and puffing your lips out. "you look so tired, little one." she glances off, her hand taking a more gentle touch than she would with any others.

she can see you eyeing her tail curiously as it sways, curling up behind her body. her thumb gently strokes your skin, and she smiles almost wickedly. "you're so cute, i could just eat you up..." her eyes trail down your blankets, falling on where your waist would be. "you're lucky i like my prey a little slutty." she pinches your cheek, giving you no time to react to her words. "you're practically dripping, i can smell it."

she yanks the blankets off, revealing the wet patch on your panties and your surprised little face. you can't even manage to hide it before she's pushing your thighs open wide with clawed hands. they dig into your skin, leaving little indentations in your thighs as she leans in. you swear her eyes glow in the darkness of your room, focusing on your panties.

her clawed fingers trace over your clothed cunt, teasingly scraping the sharp points over your clit, feeling you squirm from the light sensations. she laughs, leaning up and suddenly bringing her palm down over your pussy. it's a dull thud and a slight pain that makes you yelp, thighs struggling to close as she keeps a firm hold on one.

"so sensitive too. what a little treat, and all for me?" she slides her free hand up to your jaw, tilting your already glassy eyes up to hers. "all for me?" she repeats, lightly squeezing your jaw.

and, really, you're not quite sure what takes over you when you respond with a meek little, "yes, all for you." slightly muffled by her hold on your face. she pats your cheek, satisfied as she settles back down between your legs.

she rips your panties right off you, tossing them away haphazardly, grinning up with sharp fangs. she nips your thigh just to hear you gasp for her before she licks a slow, fat stripe up your cunt. her tongue is skilled as she circles your clit, teasing your sensitive nerves as you begin to squirm.

you just can't help it. she feels so good, and your hips move on their own, grinding on your tongue. and then, once more, she slaps your pussy. considering it's your bare flesh now, it stings more, and she delights in your whiny little cry for her.

"bad girl." she chastises. "keep still for me." she warns, biting your skin again before diving back in.

you do your best to stay still, trying not to move your hips, but when she slides her tongue into your dripping hole, your hips jump. she suddenly lets out an almost disappointed sigh, pulling away. your slick still coats her lips and part of her face as she stares down at you.

"no! please- please wanna-"

"you're a disobedient little thing." she tuts, ignoring you. "you're lucky i like little brats." she drags a hand up your jaw, booping your nose before summoning ropes in her hands. it all happens so fast, and suddenly, you find yourself completely tied up.

intricate red rope knots cover your body, keeping you all tied up in a way she has easy access to your pussy, but one where you can't move at all. you struggle against the ropes, whining at her and she grins. "what's the matter?"

"'m sorry!" you whimper and she shakes her head.

"aw, but this doesn't have to be a punishment, does it? it's not so bad, being all tied up for me. you're much cuter when i don't have to keep reminding you of the rules." she covers her smile with the back of her palm. she leans back down, eyeing your dripping pussy. "you're wet enough, i'd say."

she sits up, making you watch as she slowly, teasingly strips. she unties the delicate strings holding her outfit together, revealing her breasts first. she lets the fabric slide down her stomach before she pulls it away to reveal her bare body. she cups her own breasts, seeing your desperate gaze.

"wanna touch, please?" you ask her and she sighs, teasing her own nipples with a wicked grin.

"if you're a good girl, maybe i'll let you. that's something you have to earn." she answers, positioning herself over you. she spreads your thighs, her cunt hovering over yours. "now, be a good little toy, and stay very still while i use you."

she slides her pussy over yours, her clit rubbing against yours as you mewl loudly for her, already sensitive from being edged earlier. she laughs wickedly, grinding more firmly. her grip on your legs is harsh, but the pleasure from her rubbing against you is sending your mind reeling.

"ah, sweetheart- you're drenched. you feel so good." she muses, head falling forward as she uses you entirely for her own pleasure. she drinks up your pathetic mewls and whimpers.

"close, i'm close, please, please-" you begin to babble, tears forming in your eyes as you desperately beg for her.

"go on, cum for me like the little slutty human you are." her ears flick, the jewelry in them jingling as she uses your body.

she feels your release against her, making it even more slick. you sigh with relief, only to whimper and cry when she keeps going. she grabs your face, shutting your mouth. "i didn't get to cum yet, don't be selfish. besides, you were begging me just a minute ago to cum. i'm letting you cum as many times as i decide. isn't that so generous of me?" she nods your head for you, patting your cheek and continuing to grind against you.

once she's wrung two more orgasms from you, she's sat herself right onto your face, riding your tongue as her clawed hands destroy your pillows. she uses you like you're nothing more than a toy to her, grinding her clit on your nose and completely suffocating you.

all you can feel, smell, hear, see, and taste are her.

she coos at you, so condescending as she cums on your tongue. "drink it all up, it's all for you. so strange that such a filthy little thing like you can get me so worked up. ah, looking after you had me pent up for the longest time." she smiles down at you, untying the knots as you lay limply on the bed.

she cups your cheek, her heart skipping a beat when you nuzzle into her palm like a little kitten.

"oh, it's a shame you're so cute. i almost feel bad for what i'm about to do. almost." she pets your head, letting you fall asleep in your dream.

she sneaks back out into the real world, picking up your sleeping body, carrying you off to her dimension. perhaps you'd be an interesting pet for her, indeed.

after all, miko wasn't quite done with you yet. she just can't help it that she's the possessive type ♡

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #fem reader #genshin wlw #yae miko smut #yae miko #yae miko x reader #yae miko x you #miko smut #miko x reader #yae smut #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚ #happy 4k ❤️‍🔥

[qprstobin]

The fact there aren't more single dad Steve fics is surprising to me. And I don't mean like, those Steddie fics where Steve is a parent to one of the Party or st. I mean like, Steve is proudly a bit of a slut and sometimes condoms break. Why are there not more fics of like 20-22yo Steve getting suddenly saddled with a child that he didn't know existed, while everyone freaks out around him about it.

Steve wanted kids yes, but in some nebulous future and now there is a tiny person with his hair and his moles that is chewing on the collar of his shirt. He is very much not ready for this responsibility but also like, he's pretty sure that specific weird clean baby smell is curing his depression. He barely sleeps anyway this is fine, this is fine.

Robin is torn between freaking out, giving him shit, making fun of him, and spoiling the shit out of this baby because this baby is part Steve!! This baby is made from her very favorite person!!! Obviously this is going to be her favorite baby! She is extremely entranced by how tiny every baby item is too. Tiny socks, tiny hats, tiny shoes! Robin is Steve's rock and also is the one most excited to help him with said baby.

Several members of the Party literally have younger siblings and yet not a single one of them know what to do with a baby. They are staring at this tiny creature that is part??? Steve??? Like it is an alien from another planet. They are getting close to being adults and have fought monsters but the first time the baby cries while they are supposed to be watching it at least one of them nearly cries too. Dustin does the 80s equivalent of overdiagnosing via WebMB instead with medical and parenting books from the library. He always think there is something wrong every time the baby coughs. Steve appreciates how enthusiastic he is about making sure the baby is okay, but does not appreciate the extra stress.

I just think we're missing out on prime fic fodder material which is that accidents happens and I want everyone to be losing their minds because somehow trying to keep an infant alive is scarier to them than fighting monsters.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #the party stranger things #trying so hard not to be weird about stobin on main tonight but #the party #dustin henderson #dustin #steve #robin #walkie chatter

[dreamingcloudie]

im sorry for immediately jumping into requests but i see dottore content and i immediately go gdusabjnkdsa

HI HOPE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY <33 IMMA BINGE READ THROUGH YOUR STUFF BUT LEMME JUST DROP THIS RQ

reader, feeling a bit bored and lonely, gathered a bunch of segments and asked if they could just cuddle with them OF COURSE they'd agree... prime comes back from a mission to see the tasks he'd assign them half done but before he could get too angry, sees you all snuggled up in a pile with the most relaxed expression on your face he'd seen in a while.......... he tells the segments to leave and hugs you himself instead (jealous perhaps? HHEHEHE)

HAVE A GREAT DAY, FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS NO PRESSUVE <3 !!

❛❛ In My (Our) Arms You Go ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ Dog pile!— Oof! ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore (& segments) x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

wc: ~1.1k

Notes: Back to our regularly scheduled fluff :D This is so cute istg 😫✋️✋️Dottore and his skrunkly segments are just ANAKSHDIEJEFIS 💕💕💕 I'm sorry this is short! ^^;

You sighed as you threw your head backwards and stared at the ceiling, the pencil that you were holding dropped onto the desk.

"I give up." You groaned into your hands.

It has only been fifteen minutes since you started to sketch random objects in the room. You thought having your mind run wild with imaginations by adding some twists to them would be the cure to your boredom. 

But it clearly backfired, it required too much thinking.

If anything, it made you feel even more bored than before, if that was even possible.

Heck, you even tried to watch the raindrops sliding down the window pane, pretending that they were racing against each other! 

No matter how much effort you put into distracting your bored out mind, you were too occupied with thoughts of your lover. 

A week ago, the Tsrista had sent out an order to Dottore, there was a mission that required his assistance in the far lands of Sumeru. And since this was an order from the Cryo Archon herself, there was no way he could decline even if he wanted to. 

So reluctantly, you had to let him go for you didn't even know how long. 

Without his goofy laughs and your daily dose of kisses, you felt lonely…

Especially with how your work schedule has been pretty hectic lately. Just as you thought you could have some peaceful moments with Dottore, he had to leave.

What kind of cruel joke was this?

What to do now… You thought as you closed your eyes.

Reading… Cooking... Beating Delta's ass up—

Wait, what?

Where did that come from? 

Reopening your eyes again, you focused on your hearing and could make out faint footsteps walking past your room along with a grumpy voice.

"I can't believe Delta messed all of this up! More work for me, ugh."

So it was a segment.

The segments…

You gasped a bit when a sudden idea came to mind. 

How fun would it be if you cuddled all of them at once?

You were getting a little giddy about your genius idea but then a realization made you doubt your plan.

They are probably busy though… You let out a huff.

Before Dottore left, he had given out a task for each of them to complete. He expected them to finish everything he asked of them by the time he returned.

But a fifteen minute break for them wouldn't hurt, right? You reasoned.

---

As you slammed the laboratory doors open, you slightly cringed at the loud noise it made when it hit the wall, startling some of the segments.

"(Y/n), my dear. You could've just knocked next time," Omega lightly scolded you.

Smiling at him sheepishly, you lightly scratched your neck.

"Haha, sorry."

He shook his head, chuckling at how adorable you were.

"Well, what brings you here?"

Right. 

"So I was thinking… if we could all cuddle together?" You asked. 

Your voice wasn't loud enough to reach the other segments, but they could still make out the words "we" and "cuddle". All of them instantly dropped what they were doing and surrounded you.

Getting affection from their darling? And with no Prime around? Who would pass up such a great offer?

"Are we gonna cuddle?!"

"Can we really?"

"Cuddling? I wanna join!"

Well, that was a lot easier than you thought it'd be. 

---

Oh, how you loved their happy little faces as they trailed behind you, with you leading them to your room.

The moment you got into your room, you laid down onto your bed and sprawled your limbs out, inviting them to come join you.

One by one, each of them plopped themselves down onto the bed with you. 

Some of them held onto your arms while some intertwined their legs with yours, and a head was laid against your torso.

Though, even with this king-sized bed, it could barely fit all of them. 

Theta moved around a little to find a comfortable position when he accidentally kicked someone.

"Ow! Who kicked me?!" Delta yelped.

"Deserved, you gave me more work to do by spilling the serum everywhere!"

"Oh my— Whoever has their feet near my face, please move. It smells of rotten flesh." Omega covered his nose from… whoever feet that was.

Well, this was definitely a bit hard to get used to with how much weight was laying on top of you. 

You weren't complaining though, the weather was a bit colder than usual and they made such a great heat source.

Their bickerings died down and silence soon took over the room, only to be occasionally broken with some light snores and the soft sounds of rain hitting the window.

Ah, life was good.

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After a week of being away from the comfort of the palace, he was finally back from the mission and he felt like he would pass out any moment.

The mission he came back from was hell even though it was a success in the end. Nonetheless, he was now back and he had missed you dearly.

Though before going to your room, he was looking forward to seeing how his personal project was coming along. He had calculated that by the time he came back, it would've been completed by his segments.

However, all he saw was an empty lab. What's even stranger was that the work was half-done.

Where did they go? They wouldn't abandon their work like this unless it was an emergency…

Dottore turned back and walked to your room, afraid that something might have happened.

The sight he was greeted with made his blood boil. His segments were slacking off, hugging you as they slept. But when he got closer and took a glance at you, he noticed how peaceful you looked, and it's been a long time since he had seen you this relaxed.

You were complaining about how your work was stressing you out and you weren't able to get some proper rest.

Well, he supposed he'd let his segments off the hook this time for helping you to relax.

Though, his chest tightened at the realization that he wasn't the one who was holding you.

It was his turn now.

He nudged one of the segments awake, and soon the others began to wake up as well at the movement. Miraculously, you were still sound asleep.

All of them stiffened at the sight of Prime glaring at them, oh boy, they could already hear the mouthful lecture they'd get later.

"All of you get back to work, now."

The segments scurried to get out of the room, a little down that they had to leave you so soon.

Changing out of his work clothes and taking off his mask, he slowly got into the spot beside you. Chuckling lightly when his thumb cleaned the drool that left your mouth.

His arm wrapped around you, sighing in content that he finally got to hold you again.

All to himself.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin x yn #dottore #genshin impact #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #il dottore #fatui #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers

[in1-nutshell]

I'm gonna try again tfp team prime with a bot Buddy who has a concerning interest in poison. 😅 And now i'm beginning to annoy myself

Hello there! Don't worry about asking again, I'm just not well versed in some things that's all. Still glad you asked though! Since you did not specify which characters you wanted I will be selecting them at random.

Hope you enjoy!

Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus reaction to Bot Buddy who is fascinated with poison

SFW, Platonic, talks of poison, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

TFP

Ratchet

Ratchet has known Buddy for a while. As in before the war started, before their interest in poison.

Buddy used to be a good doctor that helped him from time to time in his makeshift clinic. They were always experimenting with new forms of medicine to treat patients. It could have been medicine for a mesh wound to try to find a cure for the rust plague.

It was during the war that they had found an interest in poison.

Ratchet wouldn't see Buddy again until they crash landed on Earth. To say it was a pleasant surprise was an understatement.

"Ratchet? Ratchet is that you my friend?"--Buddy

"Buddy?! By the Allspark it's great to see you online."--Ratchet

"Likewise my friend. Now tell me, what do you need?"--Buddy

"Any help at this point would be nice, truly. "--Ratchet

"Well it's a good thing I brought my kits! Don't worry this war will be over in no time now!"--Buddy

"You still have the kits?! I thought they were destroyed in your lab back on Kimia."--Ratchet

"Kits? Ratchet what are they talking about?"--Bulkhead

"An explanation would be nice."--Arcee

"Buddy has a gift for medicine... And other things..."--Ratchet

"Oh Ratchet you make it sound like a bad thing. To answer your question, my dear Wrecker, I specialize in poisons and venoms of all sorts! Pretty exciting don't you think?"--Buddy

"... I'm just going to be over there..."--Bulkhead

While Ratchet isn't exactly thrilled with the idea of Buddy handling any type of poison, he has to admit that they do get the job done.

Buddy is often seen in their little corner of the base or near the consoles discussing things with Ratchet.

Wheeljack

Wheeljack knew Buddy from the Wrecker's. Like him, Buddy was a former scientist before the war started.

The two of them went together faster than a house on fire. One was never too far from the other, and if they were something was going to explode.

There was a huge explosion the day that the two had gotten separated.

Years later Buddy found a strange signal coming from a planet called Earth. They decided to go and check it out. Who knows if they would find more poisonous things for their kits?

They didn't find any poison yet, but they did find Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack.

"Wheeljack! Bulkhead! Ultra Magnus sir!"--Buddy

"Buddy?--Bulkhead

"Buddy?!"--Magnus

"Buddy!"--Wheeljack

"Wait how do we know if it's the real Buddy? We don't want another Makeshift problem."--Bulkhead

"Makeshift?"--Buddy

"True soldier. From what you told me we need to be on high alert in case this is a Decepticon."--Magnus

"Decepticon?"--Buddy

"It's Buddy I can tell."--Wheeljack

"How?"--Bulkhead

"There is only one bot crazy enough to carry that many kits labeled POISON like it's a collection of rocks."--Wheeljack

"Hey!"--Buddy

After the formal introductions are made, and Buddy gets to know Team Prime, they are once again attached to Wheeljack.

Wheeljack doesn't mind Buddy's fascination with poison. In fact he encourages it. The more Cons they can the better.

Ultra Magnus

Ultra Magnus knew Buddy as a new recruit for the Wrecker's medic.

How in the world they became friends?

Magnus doesn't have the right answer for that. It just happened.

He is well aware of Buddy's poisonous hobbies but he can't say they aren't benefiting from it. There have been multiple times where the Wrecker's would have been killed if not for Buddy's experiments.

Buddy had gotten separated from the Wrecker's during a rather gruesome battle. Magnus pushes his grief deep down so he could focus on leading his group.

Buddy gets reunited with Magnus when they literally crash into the IronWill.

"Identify yourself!"--Magnus

"Magnus? Ultra Magnus! I can tell how good it is to hear your voice my friend!"--Buddy

"Buddy?"--Magnus

"Sure is Commander! Might I say it again, it's good to hear your voice."--Buddy

Magnus gives Buddy the introduction to the team. He makes sure that Buddy doesn't feel isolated or left out. He knows how that feels.

It takes more time for the team to get used to the fact that Magnus has a best friend than Buddy playing around with poison.

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #tfp x platonic reader #tfp x reader #tfp ultra magnus #tfp wheeljack #tfp ratchet #bot buddy

[saiidahyunie]

i wish i hated you 

son chaeyoung x f!reader 

synopsis: it’s not the truth nor the cure, but hating you’s the only way it doesn’t hurt.

warnings: a lot of heartbreaking feelings, sorry.

a/n: my first entry for chaepril and my (only) entry for angst april (angst4@nr1chaedickrider agenda)

putting pen to paper sounds easy, but it’s a lot more difficult to journal your thoughts when your heart is being ripped out. 

writing had always been the escape for you, pouring out these feelings and emotions to different degrees of ‘how’s your day going’ or ‘today, this happened because i did x,y, and z.’ the silence of your house filled with the occasional beep of your smoke detector in your kitchen was more therapeutic than being in a cafe where it’s busy and distracting. 

sure, there could be some prose of the classic-old cliche of ‘dear diary’ where you write in the lines of having this crush on someone in the same class as you, or how they complimented the clips in your hair, the shirt that was the new from hot topic, maybe even being partnered up for a school project was enough to report in that silly little book. 

the phone vibrates next to your laptop followed by a sound of the doorbell with combined knocking, peering over the screen where it immediately lights up to present your notification form the message app. 

// chae: hey, i’m outside ! 

// you: okay, one second.

before answering the door, you look at the google doc filled with lines of words that may have some subject to the story that you’re writing, putting an ellipsis at the end of the last sentence before stepping away to bring chaeyoung in. 

swinging, the five foot three woman in front of your doorstep stands there unbothered, sunglasses primed and everything with earbuds on with not a single care in the world. she’s so free spirited and soft spoken, you can’t help but smile at the fact that of all people that she could’ve been friends with, she decided to have you as the closest. 

“come on in,” you say. “nobody’s gonna be home until dinner.” 

chaeyoung nods, following just behind you through the living room, plopping her handbag on the couch before trailing to the kitchen where your laptop was. “what you got there? another writing assignment?” 

“no,” you laugh. “just some journalistic thoughts from the depths of my mind.” 

chaeyoung nods, grabbing an orange before seamlessly peeling it while reading the last few paragraphs that were on your laptop screen, eyes scanning slowly but moving at a darting pace that it may look like she’s in a rush. “this story seems pretty interesting. where’s your journal.” 

“oh, it’s in my bag next to you. i didn’t put an entry in yet for today, but i was planning to.”

“what was gonna be today’s report for this journal log, y.n?” 

pursing your lips, you’re humming while the brain cells try to come up with a sufficient answer to chae’s question. “i dunno.” you say, tapping your cheek with a single finger before snorting out of nowhere. chaeyoung also laughs while you’re trying not to meet her face. “what? what’s so funny?” 

“it’s nothing.” you start. “i think i was going to do something more of the theme of acceptance.” 

“acceptance?” 

“coming to terms with something.” 

chaeyoung nods, swapping places with you, standing up as opposed to you sitting down in front of your laptop, staring again at the new blank page on the screen before opening a new page in your journal next to the left side. 

“penny for your thoughts?” chaeyoung asks. 

“is dr. son chaeyoung p.h.d in the office by any chance?” 

“she is now.” she replies, smiling while tossing an orange slice into her mouth. “do you mind if i–?” 

tilting your head, already knowing what her question was gonna be, “you don’t need to ask.” you say to her, standing up before reaching above the portion of the wall over the refrigerator to shut off the smoke detector. 

—

“i need your help with something. writers block” you start again with chaeyoung.

“with what? what are you trying to type, or write?” she asks you, the cigarette between her mouth before taking it off and blowing the air to the open window next to her. 

you’ve been friends with chaeyoung since the beginning of high school, it’s been long enough to the point that you and her know every single little detail about each other. from the bra sizes, to the different tastes of music. everyone had always complimented the contrasting vibes that you two gave off with chaeyoung being more artsy and individualistic as to you being more refined and structured. 

there was one entry that you’ve always wanted to write or at least put to the damn book that shares all of your deepest and darkest secrets hidden away from the world that will never see the light of day. 

you were in love with chaeyoung.

chaeyoung doesn’t know that.

because chaeyoung doesn’t like girls. she likes pretty girls, but somehow got swept up with a guy named zion. 

zion, however, is a saint. he’s respectful, understanding, similar to the vibes that you give off which chaeyoung likes. you could say that he is you personified as a guy.

but in the end, zion isn’t you. 

“so there’s this love story between these two characters.” beginning again while chaeyoung gave her full attention. “i’ve built up a lot of tension between them, but i’ve been stuck on how to get past the frustrated confession of love.” 

“when was the last time you really tried to dig deep into writing something like that?” 

“a while ago. you saw the journal entries that i had about feelings that were unclear for someone.” 

“can you show me? or do you at least remember what you were trying to go for when writing?” chaeyoung asks you, looking at the journal with the blank page and the pen against the spine of the booklet. 

“uh, let me see if i can find it,” you reply, flipping through the pages of the neat and scribbled writing before stopping, “there we go.” turing it around and sliding it for chaeyoung to read. she’s helped you get out your thoughts beforehand. if it weren’t for her, god help you for being in a different state compared to now. 

“what’s this?” she asks, pointing to the topic next to the faded date and time. 

“oh, the title? anecdotes.” you answer her, stopping your typing on the keyboard. “i’ve been writing thoughts down like these to see if i can crank out a big, sweeping scene that hits all the emotional checkmarks.” 

“it was that one morning from that one sleepover we had with the girls, looking at your hair, because you’ve been thinking about whether to cut it. but your hair has so much volume, and so dense, so when you grow it out like this, it looks thick. it suits you.” 

chaeyoung looks up with an arched eyebrow, unsure if she was okay to continue, so you nod. 

“i know you hate styling your hair, so i thought, ‘it looks good like this. unstyled, but full and curly. don’t cut it.’” 

“i’ve been planning for your birthday present for at least 6 months. two rolls of 35 mm film. a screen protector. a scrapbook with pockets that have the right size for your instant photos. the brand of those star-shaped pimple patches you asked me about that one night while staying over.” 

“that first time we saw each other after i got dumped by that one girl one the cheer team who wasn’t into me. i made fun of how you kept yelling at me in the parking lot of how stupid and much of a people pleaser i was.” 

while she was reading aloud, you see the last sentence on your document be something along the hurtful tone of hate. (“this pain i’m carrying, it’s unbearable. but at the same time. it’s perfect in a way to where i can handle it, but i still have a dissatisfaction towards you.”) 

“i admired the way you text me, despite how dry and open ended they were. like a rupi kaur poem, the broken sentences structure like her books. you loved it anyway, and it made you emotional.” 

“i remember you started texting me like that as a joke, but then i realized that i was also doing the same form of texts to my other friends and even my parents.” 

“i’m sorry,” chaeyoung snorts. “this is too interesting and i can’t tell if you’re doing a journal entry or putting me through a whirlwind of fucking relateable.” 

some of it– you stop your train of thought before the words can even leave your lips, “i don’t know what i was doing that day, but i tried to emulate something more of a confession of sorts, but this isn’t me or anyone else. i’m just going off the top of my head.” 

chaeyoung flips through the single page, shocked at how muchw as there on the front and back. “jesus y/n, you really put yourself in the blender for this.” she says, nodding at how much content was put into that one specific entry. 

“are you gonna keep reading or are you done?” 

“shut up, i’ll keep going.” chaeyoung bats an eye at you, pulling the journal closer to her like she’s the one protecting her secrets. 

“i recently realized that i’m terrible at keeping my feelings covert. i’ve been trying to keep my interactions with you comfortable and friendly. then i realized i’ve been catching myself notice and point out the shirt that you look like you’d wear, and i’m up to my tenth movie out of the many favorites.” 

you’re hoping chaeyoung realize that everything that’s she’s reading the feelings that you’ve been keeping from her after all this time, knowing that if she did find out, it would put everything between you two into a sinkhole of ‘i shouldn’t feel this way, and it would ruin our friendship’ kind of deal. 

“when we became friends, i thought of you as a dreamer and a reserved romantic. i liked the way you took an unapologetic approach at the things you cared about in your life.” 

chaeyoung stops to finish the last bits of her cigarette before tapping the ashes in the sink, clearing her throat before speaking. “are you sure this was to help you get your writing creativity up?” 

“yes,” you say, typing away on the doc to most likely finish up the story. “there’s not much after that part so finish it.” 

she pouts, inhaling before looking at the last couple of sentences.

“it’s been a while, probably more than a year. i forget. while a lot happened since then which altered my perception of you, i still think fondly of the romantic dreamer.” 

“y/n, who is this about?” chaeyoung asks, and you’re trying to fight the wave of tears building up in your eyes. 

“it’s not about me.” you say, jaw clenching because your heart will burst if the truth was let out. “that entry is never about me.” 

chaeyoung looks down again and continues: 

“i try not to sit around you and shit like that. it feels like there’s a spark when you crack a joke and they bounce off of it. i don’t say anything. because i know that you’ll chalk it up to just friendship, and i’ll say ‘i know, don’t remind me.’” 

“i notice all the things about you in the time you’re in my life. the way you angle your shoulders when pressed. there’s a note on my phone where you rambleed all of the things you wanted to do when we have our trip to tokyo.”

you look down in disappointment. 

“i walked you back to your place when you found out that mina didn’t feel the same way about you, how the keys to your house have this little star key ring attached to it. even though it was late, you said, ‘i have an extra ramen pack left, do you want to eat it with me?’” 

chaeyoung looks up, noticing that there’s a scribble at the last sentence before flipping back to the front side of the journals’ page. “why’s the last line scribbled?” 

you finish typing the last letter of the sentence, the whole story really, “that sentence when i wrote it in there didn’t have much of a significance of impact that i wanted it to be.” 

“but what did it say?” 

you sigh, rubbing your face to hide the sniffle that broke out from your nose before drinking the glass of water next to you, placing it down after and returning your gaze on chaeyoung. “the sentence said: ‘and with all of these things in my mind about you, i thought to myself. i hope i get to love you in this lifetime.’”

chaeyoung parts her lips, appalled and moved with the thourgful entry that may or may not have destroyed her emotionally. you always had a way with words that make people on your little blog come back for more works to read. “do you think these have got anything in them?” you ask, closing the journal before setting in your handbag next to you. 

“they do, but not for a scene like that.” chaeyoung answers, voice stern, but helpful enough for you to accept her opinion. “maybe the love your anecdotes are about aren’t big for the big sweeping moment you’re trying to get.” 

she’s right, maybe all of these hidden feelings should have a place to stay, like the numerous amounts of secrets inside that small book, they too should not be let out for anyone to hear or read. 

“you’re writing about quiet love.” 

you look at chaeyoung who has a heartfelt smile across her lips, caring for what you were trying to do, and you just have to accept the fact that your feelings will never reach out to her. chaeyoung’s phone rings on the table, looking at it before her face lights up. “yay! z just got off of work and he’s on his way here.” 

“oh, so you were just dropping by?” you ask stupidly, forgetting that chaeyoung texted you about coming by to chill before having her date with zion prior to writing. even if you were gonna say anything, a honk is heard outside the house, “that’s him probably.” chaeyoung says, walking back to the front door with you behind her. 

you see zion in his decked out sports car, something that fits his vibe (and yours too) while chaeyoung turns around to give you a needed hug which was always comforting. “guess i’ll see you later?” 

“one more thing,” you ask, “do you think i should change the ending of the story?” 

“maybe.” chaeyoung simply says, and your heart just sinks. 

soon after she left, you open up your laptop to the same google doc that’s completed, but you’re thinking about the time where she read all of those things in that journal. it wouldn’t hurt to put one more sentence just for good measure before posting up on the blog without giving a care if people liked reading it or not. 

so you type: 

“if i can love the wrong person this much, imagine how much i can love the right person.” 

#hyunie #kpop x reader #twice x reader #chaeyoung x reader #twice chaeyoung #son chaeyoung #twice imagines #chaeyoung imagines #chaeyoung angst #twice angst #son chaeyoung x reader

[akutasoda]

HIII can I have a fluffy Dottore x reader oneshot where an experiment goes wrong and Reader accidently turns into a cat so all the segments start freaking out (some go to pet reader) and try to find a cure. Feeling silly rn - 🐓

distracting feline accidents

synopsis - an experiment gone wrong now leads to a cat loose in the lab

includes - dottore ft segments

warnings - gn!reader, fluff?, slight crack, wc - 651

dottore always was reluctant to let you in the lab. while he enjoyed having you there as he said you were a more useful assistant, sometimes he was doing rather risky experiments therefore much preferring to risk the lives of his segments than you.

but sometimes he just had way too many segments doing other experiments and it couldn't be avoided. mainly because you didn't mind helping out. and even if today's experiment was rather risky and unstable, your insistence and his lack of segments meant he begrudgingly let you help out.

and some segments still were helping out and unbeknownst to you, although you could probably take a guess, they were under stict rules from prime to keep you safe. and they would do so anyway as they loved you just as much as the original.

it had been a lityle while since dottore had started the experiment and it seemed as though nothing was happening. no matter what he and his segments tried, nothing seemed to do anything. you could tell he was getting frustrated so you got up from where he seated you and walked over.

and when you reached him it was almost like a joke. the second you went to tell him to give it a rest for a while and come back to it was the second something happened. the loud bang was deafening and the mist that quickly swamped the lab made it impossible to see.

the lab was temporarily left but dottore immediately clocked on that you hadn't left and immediately turned round to drag you out. but instead of the mist filled lab he saw the lab in a rather sorry state with a cat sat right were he previously was stood. he looked almost dumbfounded but right as he realised what happened some segments ran in front of him.

mainly younger segments present ran back toward the cat as they too realised you had been caught in the crossfire. while they were concerned prime would absolutely tear their earrs off later, seeing you as a cat seemed to ourweigh that in their mind. so there they were sat around you, now a cat, as the gave you all the attention.

dottore was beyond annoyed. his segments and himself couldn't keep you safe from the crossfire of the experiments. but he was just glad it was something that wasn't too dangerous and he guessed you were pretty adorable right now.

he walked towards the segments as one of them picked you up making you look like a long cat before dottore took you in his arms. he pushed out the segments who put up quite the fuss but no matter how adorable your cat form was, he preferred you as you were and wanted you back to normal. therefore was internally panicking and wanted to create a cure as soon as possible.

although your newly found cat-like mind had other plans. you watched dottore race back and forth across his lab looking for whatever he needed but quickly became distracted by the lovely alignment of various books abd bottles on the surface he placed you on. and waisting no time you padded over and started knocking them off before sitting down and staring him dead in the eyes.

he stared you back and after your antics continued a little while longer he begrudgingly let in some segments. some to keep you entertained and the more older ones to help him formulate a cure. although now he and his segments were getting rather distracted by you, making progress slower than he would like.

but finally he had managed to find a cure he was confident wasn't going to harm you further. but before he even gave it to your cat self, he did give your cat form some slight affection. light pats that if you ever brought up again he would always deny but you knew and that's all that mattered.

#🐓 anon ↩ #x reader #x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin dottore #dottore x reader #genshin il dottore #il dottore x reader

[volleypearlfan]

Where are the teenage/YA cartoons?

Recently, two cartoons that were slated to be on Cartoon Network, Unicorn: Warriors Eternal and My Adventures With Superman, are now going to be on Adult Swim.

To me, this move makes no sense. These shows could have diversified Cartoon Network’s very barebones lineup, but they were shoved to Adult Swim. I sorta understand Unicorn, as it is dark (but definitely not on the same level as Primal, one of Genndy Tartakovsky’s other shows), but My Adventures with Superman? That show seems pretty innocuous. It has a bright color palette and doesn’t seem similar to Harley Quinn or the later seasons of Young Justice.

This reminds me of the desperate need there is for teen/YA-oriented western cartoons. In western animation, there are three primary audiences:

Preschoolers; anything rated TV-Y, shown on PBS Kids, Nick Jr, Disney Junior, or Cartoonito. Example: Doc McStuffins.

Big kids/elementary school crowd; anything rated TV-Y7, can be seen on Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, and Disney Channel. Example: The Amazing World of Gumball.

Adult; anything rated TV-14 or TV-MA, seen on Adult Swim, Comedy Central, or the prime time Fox lineup. Example: Rick and Morty.

That’s it. Despite what the rating of TV-14 might lead you to believe, the stuff on Animation Domination or Adult Swim isn’t targeted to teenagers, obviously.

This leaves teenagers in a weird spot when it comes to watching cartoons (western ones, that is. They definitely watch anime). They tend to stick with big kids and/or adult cartoons, like Avatar. With all of the heavy subject matter it and Korra tackle, they definitely feel more like teenage cartoons, especially since they were inspired by anime.

I bring up anime because they have clearly defined demographics, including teenagers. They have manga/anime for teenage boys, shonen (Naruto, One Piece, Dragon Ball Z), and teenage girls, shojo (Fruits Basket, Kamisama Kiss, Yona of the Dawn).

Shojo anime (except Sailor Moon) pretty much never air on American TV, but when shonen anime are exported here, they end up on Adult Swim’s Toonami block. For example, Demon Slayer aired on Toonami (they had to stop airing it because it got too expensive), and in America, the Mugen Train movie was rated R. This despite Demon Slayer being aimed at teenagers, and also being enjoyed by small children in Japan. They even had a Japanese Happy Meal promotion that ran alongside Pretty Cure, a show that actually is aimed at small children (kodomomuke).

With America’s teenagers flocking to anime, I believe that the American animation industry should keep up with the times and try to capitalize on the teenage demographic instead of shoehorning shows to be for elementary schoolers or adults.

Here are some western cartoons I believe could be classified as YA/teenage shows:

Avatar and Korra, as mentioned above.

Most cartoons aired on MTV, such as Daria, Beavis and Butthead, and Clone High. It helps that MTV itself was aimed at teenagers. Aeon Flux is an exception however, as it is clearly for adults. They’re often shoehorned into the category of “adult animation,” but their subject matter is more appealing to teens.

6teen. It’s right there in the title! Canada knows what’s up.

Total Drama, another Canadian cartoon. I know that they made the younger-skewing DramaRama spin-off because teenagers weren’t watching cartoons anymore, but now that the main show is coming back, it will definitely be aimed at teenagers again.

Sym Bionic Titan, yet another Tartakovsky show, pretty much is a teen/YA show, minus swearing. If I remember correctly, it aired on Toonami for a little while.

Regular Show. The most obvious example of a YA cartoon disguised as a kids cartoon.

Infinity Train. Never forget that it was cancelled because “no child entry point.”

As Told By Ginger is essentially a teen drama in animated form.

Invader Zim - Nickelodeon asked Johnson Vasquez to make a show directed towards older audiences, got exactly what they wanted (most of the viewership was from teens and adults, especially of the shops-at-Hot Topic variety) and cancelled it anyway.

Arcane is technically an adult series, but League of Legends is rated T by the ESRB, so I’m putting it in the teen/YA category (there IS a distinction between ‘young adult’ and ‘adult’)

I highly doubt that the likes of Nickelodeon will add a teenage animation block to their lineup (and TeenNick is nothing but iCarly reruns), but I hope that streaming services will start capitalizing on the YA demographic for western animation. Bee and Puppycat is a good start, featuring relatable young adult situations while technically being watchable for all ages. At least Unicorn is gonna air on ACME Night, which isn’t too late in the evening (currently, the block starts at 5:30 EST). And with Clone High and the aforementioned Total Drama making a comeback, I’m holding out hope for more YA animation.

#long post #animation #western animation #cartoons #ya #my adventures with Superman #unicorn warriors eternal #adult swim #Toonami #6teen #daria #infinity train #as told by ginger #acme night #my animation essays

[rosaline-black]

well! in the spirit of being hungover, how about a fluffy hotch and reader where they're nursing their respective hangovers together after a night out with the team? i could see a debate occurring on whether or not pickle juice is an effective hangover cure.

Warnings: mentions of drinking!! Bau!reader since it’s my fave. Mentions of hangovers so maybe don’t read this if you are, I wrote this hungover and trust me it didn’t help. Also I reference rage against the machine since they’re my go to karaoke band. What can I say I love chaos.

The pounding in his head was almost as distracting as the foot digging into his… well somewhere he would rather it not be digging. Last night was impromptu to say the least. He’d been getting into more impromptu situations since he met you, and usually he loved it. Hotch had been more spontaneous over the last few years then he had been his whole life. But sometimes spontaneity feels great in the moment, but not the day after.

This was a prime example.

“Honey… your foot…”

Hotch attempted to reason but if there was one thing he didn’t want to do it was piss you off. Rossi had once made a joke about your messy hair the morning after a pretty wild night out with the team. You didn’t speak to Dave for two weeks after that. It took flowers and a $50 bottle of wine to win you back over and honestly, Hotch didn’t like the idea of not hearing your voice for two weeks (and forking out $50).

“What…”

Your head was still very much smooshed into the pillow so your speech had been rendered into more of a groan then anything considered English. Aaron loved when you were like this. Pouty and a little bit scary.

“Your foot it’s… you’re kind of kicking me…”

At any other moment you’d giggle at how unsure the usually authoritative guy beside you sounded, but the ache in almost every part of your body was overshadowing any joy you may of felt. Moving your foot away from Aaron’s uh crotch area… you turned to open your eyes and face him.

To your surprise he looked just as bad as you felt. Lipstick marks all over his cheeks, dark under eye circles and you could still smell the aroma of lingering tequila which instantaneously made your stomach flip. And not in the head over heels way you usually felt when looking at your partner. It was more like ‘if I smell u any longer I’m gonna throw up the entire bar I drank last night’.

“Please brush your teeth…”

Aarons eyes visibly widened at your blunt frankly kind of rude statement. But who was he to tell you no. And well, you were probably on to something since the inside of his mouth tasted like hand sanitiser.

“Good morning to you too dear…”

Once standing, the full effects of his hangover kicked in. The trademark nausea and dizziness washed over him like a tsunami. Ignoring the overwhelming inclination to empty the contents of his stomach, Aaron successfully brushed his teeth and clambered back into his bed, grabbing a hold of you like you were his life raft.

For about fifteen minutes the pair of you laid in each others arms, cringing at the moments that led to your current predicament. Hotch remembered singing god only knows by the beach boys to you and unfortunately he also remembered Emily’s phone filming the entire thing.

“Did I sing rage against the machine at karaoke last night?”

Hotch snorts at the memory of you screaming ‘fuck you I won’t do what you tell me’ to the tune of killing in the name. Instead of telling you that yes in fact that did happen, he simply kisses your forehead.

Your phone screen catches Hotch’s attention next. You’re typing away furiously, like whatever you were searching for was of utmost importance. In fact Hotch had seen you put less effort into catching serial killers, which is saying a lot since he’s convinced nobody throws themselves into their job like you do.

“Honey you’ll smash your screen if you tap it that hard…”

“Do you think pickle juice will fix this?”

Now Hotch has two options. He can laugh and hope you’re kidding… which seems less and less viable the more he senses the seriousness of your statement. He lands on a neutral statement.

“…fix what?”

Your eyes roll and you tap at your head and then gesture to your face. He’s sure you’re trying to say you look bad but honestly, Hotch can’t imagine a lifetime where you don’t look perfect.

“This pounding in my head… this ache that’s making me want to lay down and die…” You shove your phone in his face and hotch attempts to not flinch at the brightness of whatever click bait wellness page you’ve stumbled across “… it said pickle juice cures hangovers… something about the acidity…”

Aaron’s arm circles around your waist and pulls you to lay on top of his chest, carefully taking your phone in the process.

“Here’s a hangover cure idea… you order some fast food… I’ll go fetch us some litre bottles of water and we’ll spend the day in bed… deal?”

Hotch hopes you give up on the pickle juice idea. He’s pretty sure there’s none downstairs and the thought of going to any kind of grocery store feeling the way he does sounds similar to walking the gates of hell. He hears your answer in the restful sigh you exhale.

“Deal…”

#aaron hotchner #Aaron hotchner x reader #Aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x reader #criminal minds #derek Morgan #hotch x you

[decayingdollette]

I wrote this bc I was feeling impulsive. I’m sorry if this sucks lmaoooo

Adam & Lawrence with a goth girlfriend

Adam:

This guy listened to industrial music in Saw I and even had friends in bands who were doing shows, since he likes industrial music and punk most likely he definitely would be stoked that you’re goth. Not in an objectifying way, he genuinely loves the goth music like the Cure, Joy Division, hell he probably heard some Christian Death and Type O Negative songs. Maybe Strawberry Switchblade.

How does the fact of you being goth pop up? If you met in a record store and you were either super trad goth with your pikes and teased hair he would be over the moon that goths still existed in town. He’d be a bit nervous and awkward but we love that.

You guys consequently exchange numbers, and you thought he was a sweet guy so you ask for his. He never gave you the ick. Matter of fact you found him cute and wholesome almost immediately.

You call him almost week later after being busy with work since you went to the record store on a Sunday. And he tries so hard to not fanboy. “Pretty goth actually called me back omgomgomgomg” he internally screams. You guys agree to meet up at a new record store opposite of town.

He would play random shit in his car or yours with cds, or the radio, and somehow that one Sisters of Mercy song pops up. Can you guess what it is?

He’s gonna mutter “She’s Lost Control” by Joy Division because one day it just starts playing in his head. You could be anywhere. The park, the mall, Lawrence’s house. You just find it adorable.

Honestly no other person has really supported your goth side, much less accepted it. Adam isn’t goth but he at least respects the subculture and doesn’t call you weird fetishy names.

He definitely raves about you to all his friends, including Lawrence, who was never goth but has been alive when goth music was at its beginning. Lawrence knows probably one or two Soft Cell songs and would bring them up if he was with you both.

If you’re a musician or are friends with a goth musician he will definitely create flyers and take concert pics. You as a musician he will take pics for your album covers. He refuses to not do it for free because his reward is that you’re his muse.

If you’re going to goth night he would want you to goth him up. Put white foundation on him and the grey contour!! Put eyeliner on his waterline!! Tease his hair!!

When you start dating, he will definitely bring stuff from antique stores. He goes thrifting a lot, he somehow finds an obscure Rosetta Stone cassette tape. Or a grey rosary for you to wear.

Lawrence

Forgive me if I get this wrong but wasn’t he like in his 20s during the 80s during the prime goth time? He’s heard of goths but lowkey meshes their label with new wave listeners.

He divorced his wife and was estranged from her and their daughter so things have been going downhill

Until you guys somehow bump into each other…at a hardware store

You want to paint your new room. You don’t immediately know why Lawrence is there.

You make eye contact and you smile. He doesn’t smile back immediately but you drop something three aisles down and he picks it up for you because he happened to be looking for the same thing. You panic a little because he has a cane. He turns out fine.

You thank him, ask if he’s okay, and say you like his tie, which has a silver iridescent color. He says he’s fine, and that you have an interesting new wave hair style 😂 you’re goth, not necessarily new wave. You thank him anyway.

You ask a staff member if this store has the brand of steel cleaning solution you’re looking for, and they say no. Lawrence starts telling you he think he saw it at a neighboring convenience store. You thank him and wink. Flirty mf. Then you ask his name.

Mans really says his full name.

Oh Lord, you have a crush on this man.

How are you gonna find him? Fuck, you don’t even know him. But you find out he’s an ONCOLOGIST when you mention to your metal head friend that he said his full name. FULL NAME.

Your friend teases you hella.

Said friend has an anesthesia appointment at where Lawrence works unbeknownst to you both and you’re their ride home. You dropped one of your keys, your house key. Fuck. You have to go back and you realize you lost the key drive 5 minutes into dropping off your friend. As soon as you’re back and you scavenge the parking garage for the facility, thankfully locating your key, Lawrence’s shift is over. He looks tired as he walks with his cane. and you spot him exiting the backdoor. But you call his name and he perks up. You’re not looking as goth today, but he still recognizes you and he smiles and says your name.

He asks what you’re doing here, and you say coyly that you dropped your key and that the ring that hangs all the keys was not sturdy enough. He nods and doesn’t break a smile or laugh, or frown. He just tells you to be careful.

Okay you know what, you ask him out for coffee and his number because YOLO. There’s no Instagram or Snapchat so how else would you guys keep in touch??

He says yes????????? You honestly thought he’d decline because…idk. People either find goth girls weird or hot. Sometimes both…for the most wrong reasons.

You call him and ask his day off, which are always Saturdays and Sundays. He insists on picking you up. You kinda hoped you could girlboss and drive him. Maybe next time ;) you tease your hair that day so he will make the new wave comment.

He does. “New wave today once again (Name).” You chuckle and ask what bands he likes.

He mentions Duran Duran and Soft Cell, but that’s about it. Then you go off on your goth side.

I feel like he is more of a jazz and classical piano music guy. I don’t know why. But you haven’t even listened to those genres much until now, and you make him remember a Siouxsie and the Banshees song, probably Spellbound? Now he buys their whole album. And you are now dabbling in jazz and classical piano. It’d be funny if you were a deathrocker, it would be a cute opposite to his Chopin collection.

I’ll write for other characters, feel free to suggest any

#saw #saw movie #saw movies #saw franchise #saw fandom #adam stanheight x reader #lawrence gordon x reader #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw x reader #saw headcanons

[lotus-pear]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!!

Imagine being 17 that’s so cringe /j

Anyway here’s ur present from me

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THIS FIXED MY MARRIAGE CURED MY DEPRESSION GAVE ME STRAIGHT A’S WATERED MY CROPS BECAME MY THERAPIST TOOK ME BY THE HAND SHOWED ME THE LIGHT INVENTED HAPPINESS BECAME THE TEXTBOOK DEFINITION OF GORGEOUS ASCENDED TO THE HEAVENS INVENTED NEW COLORS BECAME MY WILL TO LIVE MY SOLE GUIDE IN LIFE

BRO IS SO BEAUTIFUL, HANDSOME, PRETTY, ELEGANT, BREATHTAKING, GORGEOUS, ATTRACTIVE, CHARMING, HEAVENLY, STUNNING, EXQUISITE, CUTIEFUL, MAGNIFICENT, DIVINE, ALLURING, PLEASING, LOVELY, DELIGHTFUL, APPEALING, ENGAGING, WINSOME, RAVISHING, GORGEOUS, GLAMOROUS, IRRESISTIBLE, BEWITCHING, BEGUILING, GRACEFUL, AESTHETIC, HOT, SEDUCTIVE, FOXY, DIVINE, BEDDABLE, DAZZLING, FINE, GOOD LOOKING, GRACEFUL, GRAND, SPLENDID, SUPERB, WONDERFUL, SUBLIME, STATUESQUE, RAVISHING, RADIANT, IDEAL, ENTICING, CLASSY, ADMIRABLE, FANCY, ANGELIC, BEAUTEOUS, LUSCIOUS, FETCHING, ADORING, ADORABLE, SKRUNKLY, EMBELLISHING, FLAWLESS, PERFECT, PERSONABLE, DESIRABLE, SEDUCTIVE, SNAZZY, STRIKING, SHOW STOPPING, GLOSSY, EYE CATCHING, PRIME, TOP NOTCH, SENSATIONAL, PREMIUM, TEMPTING, MAGNETIC, CAPTIVATING, PREPOSSESSING, BRIGHT, LUMINOUS, CURVACEOUS, DOLL LIKE, TANTALIZING, FLAMBOYANT, GLORIOUS, SPECTACULAR, FANTASTIC, DANDY, JAW DROPPING, RAPTUROUS, BLISSFUL, SUMPTUOUS, LUXURIOUS, PALATIAL, SWANKY-

#HOW THE FUCK IS UR ART STYLE SO GODDAMN SEXY HOW DO YOU DO IT I AM GRABBING U AND SHAKING U IM IM IM IM IM IM #AAAAAUUGGGGH SCREAMING SOBBING THROWING UP HE IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU #PRINTING THIS OUT AND FRAMING IT ON MY NIGHT STAND. GENTLY STROKING IT AND PRESSING A KISS TO THE GLASS BEFORE SETTING IT BACK ON THE TABLE #SUMI IM SO😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭THANK U IM LIKE FOREVER IN UR DEBT #one year closer to the grave im old and crusty like u now :// ugh #we can be old fossils together bestie🫶🏼 #lotus’s asks

[cybertroniannugget]

Primetime

Some smut with my favorite Autobot I uploaded on Ao3 some time ago. Felt like it also belongs here.

Some fluff, overstimulation and well this whole fic is sus, enjoy.

About this fic:

ftm reader, mention of top surgery scars, pre bottom surgery, SO NOT SAFE FOR WORK

2, 131 words

You plump down onto your bed, taking your phone out of your pant's pocket, hoping you didn't crush it in the process.

You gladly didn't, and started scrolling through Tiktok, trying to find something to cure your boredom with.

But do you know what comes after boredom?

Maybe you would get sleepy right? Well not right now, as you felt a familiar tingling sensation between your legs.

Horniness...

That is what came after boredom here.

Of course it had to...

Now you couldn't really concentrate on what you were watching, so you decided on putting your phone down and let your face fall into the pillow.

Music is the way, you thought to yourself and opened Spotify, connecting your headphones to the cellular device via Bluetooth.

So now you were laying there, on your stomach, listening to your favorite artist.

Your thoughts started to drift off to a really good looking red and blue robot and you sensed the pulsating feeling between your legs increase again. I mean he really was handsome so no wonder merely thinking about him would do things to your body.

Rolling onto your back you release a sigh, staring at the ceiling, watching the sunset color it in an apricot light.

Might as well just give in...

And with that thought you slid your hand underneath your shorts, feeling around the wetness, now starting to slowly circle your clit with your fingers.

Whimpers escaped your mouth as you let your imagination run free.

How good it would feel to have him touching you right now. Longing for his touch, you whimpered his name, licking your fingers before inserting two of them into your now soaking vagina.

Arching your back as you moved them in and out of the warmth between your legs you once again moaned Optimus' name, wishing he'd be here with you in this moment.

You moved your other hand up your shirt, your head laid back and eyes closed in pleasure.

The sudden sensation of a cold servo caressing along your thigh pulled you out of your haze and that's when you finally noticed Optimus, who had sat down next to you onto the bed.

"Don't mind me. I am just watching this beautiful scene before me."

You couldn't help but blush at that.

"For how long have you been watching?", you ask, a bit out of breath, the hand you used for pleasuring yourself resting on your left thigh now, while Optimus continued caressing your other thigh.

"A few minutes maybe."

He leaned closer, speaking into your ear. "I must say, the way you whispered my name does sound delightful. You don't mind repeating it for me?"

You leaned towards his audial, a smug expression your face, as you lowly whimpered his name again, aware of the effect it would have on your lover.

The caressing turned into a gentle grip on your inner thigh, sending a shiver down your spine. His servo moved upwards, toward your waistband.

Before going any further, he looks at you, continuing when you give him a nod. As turned on as the Prime may be, he still respected your boundaries and would not proceed without your clear consent.

Especially because he knew that at times you do not feel comfortable engaging in such an act, given your body dysphoria.

Now that he got what he needed, his servo slid underneath your shorts.

When his digits met your clit, the cold sensation made you gasp.

He looked at you to check, and you nodded again, your back arching slightly as you felt him circling the bud full of sensitive nerve endings.

He had no problem starting right away, as you had worked yourself up quite well and were pretty wet already.

He used that wetness to slowly start inserting one and then another digit into you, steadily moving them in and out at a slow pace.

Riding his digits you started moaning as the pleasure increased.

In your own arousal you slid a hand underneath your shirt, partly exposing your now flat chest.

It was the first time Optimus actually saw your chest post top surgery.

You heard his vents kicking in, as his arousal grew, optics glowing a shade darker now while admiring your body.

As you slowly sat up, he stopped in his motions, watching your every move. He then retracted his servo from in between your legs.

You grab his wrist, looking directly at him as you guide his other servo to your chest, letting him feel it. He scooted closer, your legs on each of his side now and him pulling your shirt up again.

One servo on your hips, he brushed a single digit across the healed scars, optics glowing brightly.

He knew how much you had wanted to have this procedure done and upon seeing the result he couldn't help but feel this immense amount of joy.

"Looks good, doesn't it?", you ask, smiling sheepishly.

The Prime simply nods, still admiring your chest before him. He lifted the shirt above your head, removing it and then dropping it beside you onto the bed.

Closing the distance between the two of you, you place a soft kiss on his lip plating, smiling.

"I'm glad you like it.", you whisper, eyes closed, resting your forehead against his. You knew he couldn't really kiss you back, but that didn't stop you from giving him a kiss from time to time.

A hand on his cheek, you gently stroke over the plating with your thumb, eyes full of love as you look into the bright blue optics of the person you loved so dearly.

Feeling as he grabbed the waistband of your shorts, you removed them before placing your legs on each of his sides again, now completely bare infront of him with a faint blush across your cheeks.

You heard a familiar clicking sound, as his interface panel parted, revealing his hardened phallus.

Again, he looked at you, awaiting your go-ahead.

"You may proceed.", you declared, mocking the formal way of speech he uses, earning a chuckle from Optimus.

"Very well then, it is my pleasure.", he replied bowing before you, engaging in your spoof, which left you snickering.

You take a deep breath, relaxing your body as he went ahead, starting off by gently rubbing his errection across your folds, using the moisture as lube and then placing his tip at your entrance.

You moved your hips towards him, allowing him to start entering you. One servo on your hips he gradually went deeper, until his hips met yours.

The cold metal made you shiver and you couldn't help but gasp as he started moving.

Now having a firm grip on your hips with both servos he started fastening his pace, vents working overtime.

Placing the back of your hand across your face, you moved your head to the side, moans escaping your mouth as you felt him rut into you.

Muttering something in Cybertronian, he lifted your hips up, now able to go deeper.

"I don't know what the fuck you just said, but it sounded hot.~", you managed to get out in between your moans and whimpers.

His optics dim, he replied in the same language again, followed by a thrust that was harder than the ones before, resulting in you arching your back, loudly moaning out his name.

" Oh god... Yes this feels so g-good... Please continue!", you heaved, eyes rolling back.

"Look at me.", Optimus demanded, giving you another harsh thrust and you happily obliged.

Given how rough he started to become you knew that tomorrow there would definitely be marks, but you didn't care.

One of his servos left your hip, and he started circling your clit with his thumb, making you breathe in sharply. You knew what that meant. And as you didn't protest he let you ride through your orgasm, enjoying the noises you made, not even attempting to stop moving inside of you.

Gasping for air, Optimus had stopped rubbing your clit, only having his thumb gently pressing against it. His pace had slowed down and he was now thrusting into you more roughly.

You covered your mouth as your whimpers turned desperate, but he was having none of it.

Removing your hand, he pinned it above your head, now leaning forward and looking you deep into the eyes.

"I want to hear each one of those sweet sounds of yours."

He spoke lowly, his voice carrying a threatening undertone.

Gripping the sheets with your free hand, you bit down onto your lower lip, breathing heavily as the Prime continued his harsh movements inside of you, not letting go of your pinned hand.

He may not be one to speak a lot during intercourse, but when he used his words, he did so with sharp intend.

And you knew damn well knew how good he was at this.

Your legs started shaking and you felt your second high approaching.

"Optimus Please...", you begged after the second orgasm went through your body.

He squinted his optics, waiting for you to use the safeword you two had agreed on.

When you didn't, he continued letting his own pleasure run though his systems.

His thumb now started circling your already very sensitive clit again, making you yelp, your hips instinctively moving away from him, only for you to be pulled back down onto him.

Tears started streaming down your face as he continued tormenting your already overstimulated clitoris, each rough thrust adding to the painful pleasure.

And you loved it. That's why you hadn't used the safeword.

You knew it took him longer to reach his overload, and fuck... You loved the overstimulation that came with it.

Optimus let go off your hand, adjusting his position to be more upright and caressing along your chest in the process, as he threw his helm back, a deep groan escaping his vocals.

He was close...

Your hips jerked once again, and he firmed his grip on them even more, keeping you in a fixed position, unable to move away from him.

Arching your back was the only option you had left in this situation.

The way his hips met yours was painful and you rolled your eyes back, one hand gripping onto his wrist.

Bothered by you turning away your gaze, he placed one servo under the area of your sternum, carefully but sternly pushing you down, causing you to straighten your back.

He again said something in his native language.

You maybe couldn't understand the exact words, but definitely what he meant:

To look at him. He wanted you to look up at him again.

With your body aching, you submit to his demand.

"P... Please...", you beg watching your partner chasing after his release, groaning and optics flickering while continuing to speak Cybertronian.

My god, he's so hot...

You think to yourself, starting to feel lightheaded.

Right at that moment Optimus' movements came to a sudden halt, indicating that he had reached his overload. His helm hanging low, he had closed his optics, a last deep groan leaving him, which turned into static at the end.

He thrusted into you one last time, before removing himself from you, letting his interface panel click back into place.

You let your head fall back, eyes closed and breathing heavily, completely drenched in sweat.

Optimus' grip on your hips had loosened, but he remained in his place, letting his systems cool down.

Both of you were exhausted now.

Still overheated, he caressed your thigh, then got up to go get you a towel.

You just laid there, catching your breath.

These damn sheets will definitely need to be changed.

Slowly sitting up and looking down at the mess between your legs you mumble to yourself.

"I should've placed a towel there..."

Optimus returned with a towel and a bottle of water.

Gladly accepting the two items he handed over, you place to towel in your lap, and opened the bottle, emptying it all in one go.

He had already cleaned himself off and sat down next to you, tenderly caressing your back.

After putting the cap back onto the bottle you throw it across your room, hitting the garbage bin.

Balling your fist after the small victory, you chuckle, and start wiping yourself off. Not that this would get you clean enough but it was a start.

You'll definitely need a shower, that's for sure.

"How about you go take a shower, and I join you after changing the bedsheets?"

You pressed a soft kiss on Optimus' cheek and smiled. "That's an offer I can't turn down."

Optimus returned the smile and ruffled your hair. "Take your time.", he added after you got up and made your way to the bathroom.

#optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers x reader #trans reader #valveplug

[42wv]

Blaidd Cosplay project I worked on during May 2022

Elden Ring was the hype, I wanted to be a good turtle. I originally wanted to get this cosplay ready by Otakuthon 2022, but I never did finish it. I do want to finish this cosplay one day!

Now let ramble about my progress on it! :readmore:

When it comes to video game cosplay, I take the easier route and rip models from the game, then modify them for cosplay. I 3D modelled a few Kamen Rider suits before and all that was a pain in general. For my sanity's sake, I plan to model as little as possible for future cosplays.

Lucky, the in-game model was well made, so I didn't have to make a lot of modifications. I had to separate some pieces, subdivide and give it some volume.

The head was given a lot of holes, so it would be lighter to wear. I had to separate the teeth and the gums because I will paint them individually.

I let my 3D printer work. Meanwhile....

Eyeballs! Molded with moldable plastic pellets. The iris part of the eye hollows inwards for a bit of that 3D look. The whole thing then got covered in 2-part epoxy to fill the cavity and make the eye shiny.

There's usually a few steps involved when it comes to painting. That is priming and then taking your time to paint something with the medium of your choice. Well, I skipped all that and decided to draw on the eye with sharpie and markers. Results were... satisfactory enough.

Time to work on the gummy teethies! I've been saving up for years on an airbrush set and I got really excited to try them for the first time.

FDM 3D prints don't come out perfect usually, so I brushed some XTC-3D (fancier 2-part epoxy) on them, and let it cure first.

With a bit of filler primer and airbrushing magic...

Teeth! Dentists in the Lands Between will make a KILLING if they ever move there.

Pretty happy with the process! I didn't bother to shade the gums because we won't see a lot of that anyway.

Did I ever tell you sewing is my least favorite part of cosplay? My specialty is more on props and armor. This image should've been flipped upside-down!

I tried to sew gloves using a free-to-use pattern I found on the internet (forgot where I got them). First one was too tight, second on was better, but still feel weird to wear. I will get these right one day!!

I bought some FUR! I shopped for a WHOLE hour at the fabric store for the right faux fur, and none of them felt like a match to Blaidd's fur. His fur was darker (than the fur in the picture, left side), with a hint of blue.

I tried to dye the fur a little bit to darken it, but not too much because I didn't want the white part of the fur to turn too dark. I used a dye for synthetic fibers. Right side of the image the the fur after soaking in hot dye solution for a few minutes (still wet)

Results? I there was only a subtle difference between then non-dyed and dyed furs! I either didn't let it bathe in the solution long enough, or I did not put enough dye in the solution.

ANYWAY I decided to just used the furs as is and airbrush the details at the end.

Now for the cloak? I was planning on tying some crochet threads together, then separate the ends with a fur brush, resulting in some fluffy ends the add on to the cape.

However, after re-examining Blaidd's cloak, I'm considering on scrapping this process because I feel like there's better materials to give out the look I want.

After assembling the mouth parts/eyes/nose, adding the lips with black moldable plastic and adding the hinge (to make the mouth movable), it's off to furring the head!

With the help of masking tape and sharpie, I went to pattern the fur. I then cut the appropriate shapes to sew.

I knew I had to cut the fabrics a bit bigger to make things fit and all, so I did that. My mistake? I realized after finishing the snout part, that I've cut the shapes TOO BIG! It did not fit the print!

So that's another thing I have to redo. Sewing is my passion (sarcasm).

This concludes part 1 of my Blaidd cosplay journal. Will there be a part 2? I don't know. It started snowing a few days ago and Winter is generally not a good time for cosplay-making. I'll have to see about this when Spring/Summer comes!

#cosplay #cosplay journal #okay well the readmore didnt work but got expand instead but ill just leave it there anyway

[distort-opia]

Finally found the time to watch the first season of Transformers: Prime, and while Megop makes me want to chew on glass, poor Ratchet's perspective so far... is so tragically funny to me. (Spoilers oncoming, I guess? Just in case.)

Like. They pretty much start out with Megatron presumed dead, and you get Ratchet going "Yay! We should celebrate Optimus, a tyrant we've fought for millions of years is dead!" but Optimus goes "I did not want him to die... I wanted to fix him 🥺😔 " and sure, maybe you can sense Ratchet's impending headache. But then the season progresses, and in Sick Mind Optimus is dying of a plague only Megatron knows the cure to. And while half-dead you get Optimus dramatically going "Megatron..." and flopping down when he finds out Megatron's not really dead, with Ratchet right there, probably wishing he could jam himself into a smelter. And then there's the synthetic energon episode where Ratchet just goes damn feral and not gonna lie... I was cheering for him.

Because it's just good writing, the small things they set up in advance. When Ratchet goes off on Optimus about the way he's had so many chances to kill Megatron and end the war, but he's never taken them, about how Optimus is too soft-- you can see where he's coming from. Like yeah man, I'd be frustrated with these idiots too, goddamn 😅

#slowly but surely I'm making my way through Transformers content #I'm not really that invested in the human characters in TFP but the show is a lot of fun #Megatron and Starscream too. are the FUNNIEST FUCKING THING #at this point I don't know if them or Megop are gayer #rants.txt #...I'll probably need a tag for TFP rants soon. we'll see